Rainy days made it more difficult for the defenders to build fortifications.

However, this also bought them valuable time.

On October 14, the sky cleared.

The Japanese attack finally came.

Planes appeared over the battlefield.

Bombing, diving and strafing, everything possible.

Japanese planes were wreaking havoc in the sky over China. Round after round, combined with the almost crazy artillery on the ground, they were constantly combing the Sichuan army's positions.

Casualties appeared almost immediately.

No matter how others describe it, no one can feel the shock and tragedy of war better than being on the battlefield.

Meng Shaoyuan's ears were filled with explosions, curses, and screams...

He saw with his own eyes that a bomb fell on a position not far away. With the roar, all seven or eight soldiers in the position were killed.

The 802nd Regiment had no artillery support at all, and the only thing they could do was to endure silently.

Finally, the artillery fire began to spread.

The ground attack is coming soon.

Ma Tianfeng, a soldier of the Sixth Company of the Second Battalion of the 802nd Regiment of the Sichuan Army, and a member of the death squad.

He probably didn't read the almanac when he went out, and he actually got the death lottery.

A packet of explosives is placed aside.

He smoked fiercely and cursed loudly.

He started scolding Xiao Dongyang, then scolded his platoon leader, company commander, and battalion commander. Finally, he even scolded the regiment leader Lin Xianghou.

They scolded Prime Minister Lin for having a son without sex, scolded Prime Minister Lin for not having a good death, in short, scolded him no matter how unpleasant it sounded.

Prime Minister Lin was right next to him, listening very clearly, but there was no sign of anger at all.

The documents of the 802nd Regiment were carefully recorded in the book:

"September 11th of Ding Chou's year, October 14th of the 26th year of the Republic of China. Ma Tianfeng of the 802nd Regiment, twenty-seven years old..."

"The Japanese are coming up, the Japanese are coming up!"

The Japanese attack began.

In front of the 802nd Regiment is the 7th Infantry Regiment of the Japanese 9th Division commanded by Colonel Shiro Asahi.

A tank appeared on the battlefield with great force.

When the Battle of Songhu just broke out, it is true that some local troops had never seen this kind of iron lump. They would rush up and smash it hard with their rifle butts, trying to break it open to see what was inside and why.

Can run by itself.

But as the war continues, everyone knows that this kind of iron lump is called a tank, a combat vehicle, or an armored vehicle. In short, no matter what it is called, it is definitely impossible to break it open with a gun butt and an engineer shovel.

There is only one way, take explosives and drill into its belly.

And this method will be spread word of mouth among troops.

The most effective and most helpless method.

Therefore, when troops go to the battlefield, they will always set up death squads as soon as possible, not to fight with Japanese people with bayonets, but to actually get into tanks and die.

"Brother, let's go!" Ma Tianfeng cupped his fists.

"Xianghou Lin, you are a melon, you are an old child!" Ma Tianfeng threw the butt of his cigarette away, cursed, then grabbed the explosive bag and roared:

"Little Dongyang, my grandson, your father will fight with you!"

He rushed out like an enraged leopard.

All firepower on the position opened fire simultaneously.

The submachine gun in Meng Shaoyuan's hand also kept spitting out tongues of fire.

He knew he was about to burst into tears.

Have a good trip, brother!

Ma Tianfeng deftly avoided the Japanese bullets and quickly approached the tank.

When he reached a certain distance, he lay down on the ground.

In his arms, he held the explosive pack tightly.

The tank continued to advance without anyone noticing.

When the crawler tracks gradually came closer, Ma Tianfeng suddenly shouted:

"I will shovel your mother's ancestors!"

He pulled the fuse of the explosive pack!

…

"boom"!

Everyone witnessed this scene with their own eyes.

The iron guy fell down.

Martin Feng is gone.

just this.

"Put it closer and then hit me!"

Without Prime Minister Lin's orders, all the Sichuan Army brothers on the battlefield knew what to do.

The Japanese infantry moved closer and closer.

When within range, all light and heavy firepower of the 802nd Regiment opened fire at the same time.

Then, rows of grenades were thrown out!

Smoke rose from the explosion.

"rush!"

The brothers of the Sichuan Army rushed out of the position with the help of gunpowder smoke and were strangled with the Japanese army in an instant.

In the absence of artillery support and a serious lack of firepower, rushing out, getting involved with the Japanese, and making the Japanese army's artillery superiority useless was the only best option they could choose.

The Japanese army did not panic. They were well-trained and skilled in stabbing. Encouraged by the spirit of Bushido, each one of them performed equally brave and extraordinary.

And those Sichuan Army brothers holding broadswords were already burning with hatred and almost crazy.

Even people who are usually timid have long forgotten the fear of death in such a scene!

Die, die today, and be a good man again in eighteen years!

Without any fear, he pushed aside the bayonet and without delay, he went up to the Japanese soldier and stabbed him in the head.

In an instant, a head fell to the ground.

But before the Sichuan soldier could put away his knife, his vest suddenly felt cold.

A bayonet had penetrated deeply into his body.

The soldier staggered forward two steps, wanting to turn back and continue to fight for his life, but instead he sighed deeply and slowly fell to the ground.

He shed his last drop of blood for the land of Shanghai.

He is from Sichuan. He was born and raised in Sichuan. His ancestors have been like this for generations and he has never left Sichuan.

I'm afraid that without the Anti-Japanese War, he would never have come to Shanghai in his life.

But when he came, he didn't appreciate the splendor of Shanghai, but he left his twenty-year-old life here.

"The national crisis is at hand, and the Japanese invaders are ferocious. Every man has his share in the rise and fall of the country. I wanted to serve, but I was too old. Fortunately, I have a son, so I volunteered for it. I was given a flag and carried it with me at all times. Wipe the blood when you are injured, and wrap yourself up after death. Go forward bravely, don't

Forgot your duty!”

"I don't want you to be filial in my presence; I only want you to be loyal to the nation!"

That was the "Death Flag" given to his son by an old father before the Sichuan Army came out to fight the war!

This is also the belief that inspires every Sichuan Army soldier to fight to the end!

They did it.

I did it with my young life and loyal blood.

Meng Shaoyuan saw it.

He saw clearly.

He felt that a power that he could not believe exploded from his body.

The submachine gun in his hand roared crazily, and strings of tongues of flames desperately spat out at the charging Japanese troops.
To be continued...